My eats were pretty random yesterday for breakfast and lunch – check out my thrown together in 1 minute 8 point breakfast.  I’ve been rationing my MIL’s pumpkin bread from Christmas – its so good – thanks again Bonnie!  It was definitely the star of breakfast. šŸ˜€

Yesterday was our last nice day – it was 52 degrees when I went on my walk/run of 45 minutes – I like this picture because the tree looks like hair coming out of my head. šŸ˜€

Gorgeous weather – no need for a jacket either.

And for lunch?  While I had more chili in the fridge I wasn’t feeling it, so I used part of a Subway gift card I had in my wallet and had a turkey melt (part of the 7 grams of fat section) – it was delicious because I asked for extra hot peppers. šŸ˜€  And they have a new chip I haven’t seen before – light Lays that are cooked in Olestra – so no fat – this whole bag was only 2 points, so lunch was 10 WW points.

But dinner?  That’s another story – this was delicious!  I have this lady to thank for the inspiration for this dinner – while I didn’t make her mushroom burgers, I followed her spinach sauce to a T (except no onions!).  This makes a regular old burger taste like a steak house restaurant burger!

Creamed Spinach Sauce (makes 2 cups – each serving 1/2 cup for 104 calories, 7 fat, 8 carbs, .8 fiber and 3 protein, or 3 WW points per serving).



  1. Melt the butter over medium low heat. Stir the flour into butter and cook one minute.
  2. Whisk in the half and half, broth, salt and pepper to taste, cayenee and nutmeg. Bring the sauce to a simmer, reduce the heat and simmer for 2 minutes, until sauce begins to thicken.
  3. Add the spinach, stirring until wilted. Mix in the Parmesan and lemon juice – season again with salt and pepper to taste, and add a splash more half and half if its too thick.
  4. Serve over burgers and garlic toast.

My dinner with a 2 point toast on the bottom, 6 point (4 ounces 90% lean beef) burger and the spinach sauce comes in at 11 WW points.

Trust me, there is a burger hidden under this spinach deliciousness! šŸ˜€  The crusty bread soaked up the sauce, I added crushed red pepper to my burger patty so it had a nice kick – delish.

So why the title of this post?  The night before last Tony and I watched the last half of the movie Fargo.  I love that movie – I love William H. Macy, the Fargo accents.   But what the movie also reminds me of is the worst date I ever had.

Let’s flash back to 1996, shall we?  Hannah was 4.  She had a friend that lived down the street named Kelsey.  Kelsey’s mom was always trying to set me up on a date with guys she knew.  I always said no – Kelsey’s mom used to let her dogs eat the ice out of the bottom of the freezer every time she opened it up, so I never thought I could trust her judgment in men.

She kept pestering though about one guy she thought would be perfect for me.  Turns out he was a plumber.  I finally agreed to go on a double date with her and her baby’s daddy for dinner and a movie.

Day of date – Kelsey’s mom calls me and says “I know you are going to love Rugs!”  I said “who the hell is Rugs?”  And she starts laughing.  Um, turns out my date has a bad hair piece and his nick name is Rugs.  Awesome.

But being the glass half full kinda gal that I am, I went into the date with an open mind.  That is until I walked in the door to meet my date.  In 1996 I was 28 years old.  My date standing across the room?  He looked about 43 years old – mind you, I am 43 years old now, so we all know that is not old – but from my 28 year old eyes, he was old!  And he was missing a couple teeth – one on the top and one on the bottom.

Still, I had an open mind.  Back then I was such a picky eater.  We ended up going to a restaurant that had a tapas menu, which scared me because I was afraid I wouldn’t like anything.  One dish comes to the table – small crab cakes, shrimp cocktail, oysters and a couple other pieces of seafood – and next to it was a small plate accessories for this dish – like shrimp cocktail, etc.

I see something in the middle that I am not able to identify.  I ask my date “could you try that and tell me what it is?”  He tastes it, looks at me and says “its crab meat.”  I summoned all my courage up, took a fork full of the crab, put it in my mouth, and instantly knew this wasn’t crab.  Wanna know what it was?  Horseradish!

And my date also smoked about 20 cigarettes during dinner and really only talked to baby daddy, so I basically had a dinner date with Kelsey’s mom. šŸ™

After dinner we ended up going to see Fargo in the movie theater.  I loved the movie but really couldn’t wait to get home.  So we get back to my friends house, which is literally at the end of the block I lived on, yet my date insisted on driving me home.

I was like “I can see my house from here, I am good.”  But he insists its the gentlemanly (is that a word?) thing to do to drive me home.  Okay fine.  He opens the passenger side of his van – um, the seat is nothing but a bunch of broken springs with a bath towel tossed over the top – he tells me “you can sit on the edge just fine.”  I look around the van while he gets in the drivers seat – there were probably 100 cigarette butts in the ashtray.

We drive the 50 feet home, and he parks the car and turns off the ignition.  Shit.  He then asks if I want to go on a second date with him – guess what he wanted to do?  He wanted to pick me up at 3:30 a.m. in the morning to go smelt fishing on Lake Michigan.  No thanks.

He proceeded to call me for a couple weeks, but I always gave him an excuse on why I couldn’t meet him.  Mostly because these are some of the lines of conversation he told me:

The best part about living alone is that I can leave my dishes in the sink for three weeks and no one yells at me to clean up.

When are you going to come over and cook for me?

I don’t belong to the plumbers union because I can’t afford the dues (which at the time we about $2 a day – or a pack of smokes that he could somehow afford).”

So what was your worst date . . . Go!